Her tongue was sticking out when she impacted my dick. It was different this time round, very different. I could almost claim that she was licking me expertly. Her mouth formed a wide O and she lowered her mouth onto my member.
The feeling this time was heavenly.
Me: Darling, have you been getting a lot of practice while I was away?
J: Umm no?
Me: Your skills seem to have improved leaps and bounds. You sure?
J: I’ve just been watching some of the videos I found in your external hard disk…
I must have blushed then and she laughed before resuming her blowjob. I have no idea how porn videos could have taught her that much, but she made sure that her teeth never came into contact with my dick.
She wasn’t as wet as Rachel and her skills were not as good. There was no vacuuming and she could use more tongue but I had nothing to complain about. At least there is no pain this time round.
She complained that her neck and mouth ached after less than 5 minutes and I was nowhere near to cumming yet. That was probably one of the biggest drawbacks to her lacking experience.
Me: Should I do it myself and then cum into your mouth?
J: Eew. No… I’m not ready to taste it yet k.
Me: Then what do you suggest I do?
J: Maybe I can help you again before you cum? But don’t cum inside k.
I took off her maxi dress completely and unclasped her white bra quickly. I told her to lie on the bed again as I got on all fours and bent down to lick her erected brown nipples while I masturbated myself in that awkward position.
Me: Get down on the floor, open your mouth wide and get ready for me to go in.
Joanne complied with that immediately. I thrust my dick into her wet mouth and she started blowing me again. She didn’t look very happy as she tasted my pre-cum but never once did she try to stop the blowjob. I did not have the heart to deep throat her on her second attempt even though I badly wanted to.
The night ended with me cumming on the marble wall in the shower stall and both of us taking a shower together before she dried her hair and we went to sleep.
20 June 2013
We woke to our room’s phone ringing at approximately 9 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes before reaching for the phone on my bedside table and answering it. It was my mum calling us over for breakfast. Even in UK, my mum was still exactly the same.
We took turns washing up in the toilet before walking over to my parents’ room, dressed casually in our sleepwear. A simple breakfast was spread on the dining table in the room this time, for there was a slight drizzle this morning. One can never expect bright sunny weather every day in London.
Joanne and I got dressed after breakfast and I took her hand, leading her down to where our car was waiting for us. I had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. We eventually arrived at our destination, one of London’s tallest skyscrapers, One Canada Square.
The first thing Joanne noticed was the large Zara store on the ground floor. I smiled at her, pulling her away from the attraction of the large store and down the escalator to the basement. I dragged Joanne into Myla, amidst her violent protests and blushing.
I told the saleswoman to show Joanne some of the more conservative pieces, steering her attention away from the more risqué and translucent lingerie which was causing her to panic initially. She also came to terms that it was probably a good opportunity for her to try and buy lingerie that she would never have the opportunity to do so in Singapore, not in her conservative household at least.
The moment finally arrived where Joanne felt brave enough to take some of the lingerie into the fitting room to try them out. She brought 5 sets in and took about 20 minutes. Never once did she allow me to see how they looked on her. In the end, she agreed to let me buy her all 5 sets she tried out. They were mostly conservative – fully opaque, but they included 2 thongs.
Satisfied, we went to lunch with my parents at The Delaunay. My parents were waiting for us in a small and cozy private room upstairs of the restaurant when we arrived. We were poured a glass of Chateau Lynch Bages each and served a Lobster Cocktail to start off our lunch.
I had roast scallops and prawn while Joanne went for a duck dish. The red wine just kept coming as we went through lunch. It was a good thing I was not driving after that. We finished off with an apple strudel with ice cream before setting off in two cars to our mansion about an hours’ drive from London.
The mansion belongs to my maternal family who has kindly lent it to my paternal family since my mum was present. It’s usually left empty and taken care of by 3 full time butlers who also take care of my maternal family when they come over for holidays.
Both cars turned off a long single lane road, past a nondescript gate into a 150m long paved driveway before going around a large round fountain and stopping under a large porch. From the large car park beside the main house, I could see that my relatives were already here.
We walked through a large reception area and passed the main living room before going up the lift to level 2 where the bedrooms are. We were given a huge bedroom in the back corner of the house where all of our luggage had been unpacked earlier this morning.
Joanne lay on the bed for 5 minutes before deciding that I should give her a tour of the 58000sqft house and the surrounding 5 acre estate. I brought her around the house on foot and out of the house in a golf buggy. Joanne exclaimed that we should play tennis together in the outdoor tennis court before we leave the UK. I spotted my 2 uncles talking in a balcony on the way back to the house after the short tour.
We watched Batman Begins in the small home cinema in the basement of the main house before joining my relatives for dinner on the large 24 seater dining table. It was the first time Joanne was having dinner with my entire paternal side (the dining table on the plane could only fit 8 people so we ate in shifts).
Dinner was a harrowing affair. My relatives took the opportunity to grill Joanne and I on every aspect of our relationship. My first uncle even noted that I went to Hong Kong with Rachel instead. Joanne was very shy when they asked her questions and I could see that she started to get quite uncomfortable when my relatives started digging into her humble family background.
I was glad when dinner finally came to an end because it meant that I could bring Joanne away from the dining table and the hungry pack of wolves. I brought her back into our room and reassured her that my relatives meant no harm. It was normal for them to feel curious when they’re seeing their nephew’s girlfriend for the first time.
21 June 2013
One of our butlers woke us up at 8am in the morning. Even though we were on holiday, we were still supposed to wake early for breakfast with my relatives. That was another reason why I wasn’t looking forward to this part of the trip.
We washed up together in the huge 800sqft bathroom tiled with ornate marble flooring and walls. Following that, I helped her pick out a simple yet elegant dress from Dorothy Perkins which I hoped would be good enough for breakfast at least.
Living in the same house as my relatives was like living with the British Royal Family. Even though we were having breakfast at home, everyone turned up dressed like they were having afternoon tea at The Ritz in downtown London. The atmosphere was probably reminiscent of that in the Royal Family as well. While relaxed, there was an air of Royalty in the room.
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There should be another update coming tonight. Working on it now
see if I have time to post tonight.
With breakfast completed, my parents and relatives piled into 3 Range Rovers and headed out to another property my maternal family owned. I knew from experience that they would spend the entire day shooting game birds and what not in the countryside and decided against tagging along.
With the house finally empty, Joanne and I decided that it was time for us to play a few rounds of tennis.
The game of tennis ended up taking 2 whole hours before we were too tired to continue. With sweat running down the back of our clothes, we decided to go back into the main house where the air conditioning was running throughout the house.
Joanne and I were passed two bottles of ice cold water from a cold ice box and two towels when we walked back to the bench where our phones were. Our butler informed us that we had notifications on our phones before leading the way back to the main building.
I replied to my messages while walking back to the main building, all except those from Rachel. I decided that it was better if I waited till Joanne was not beside me before replying to those messages, in case it contains something inappropriate of course.
I allowed Joanne to take a bath first and she gladly stripped off her tee shirt and FBTs before taking a seat at the chaise lounge at the foot of her bed to remove her socks and shoes. I tried hard not to stare as she peeled her sweat soaked socks off her feet one by one. I fought a growing erection, knowing that they would smell strongly of her sweat.
I waited for her to go into the bathroom and heard the distinct click of the lock before I hurried to Joanne’s drawer to find another pair of white ankle socks similar to what she was wearing. I took a bottle of water from the bedside table and wet the new pair of socks. I wrung it to make sure that there was no excess water and wore them before peeling it off my own feet to make it look like they were freshly taken off.
I picked up Joanne’s worn socks and inhaled deeply, taking in the pungent scent of her feet. Running down to the kitchen, I found a zip lock bag in a drawer and placed her socks in the clear bag carefully. I made sure to wrap it in newspaper before quickly placing it inside one of my suitcases which had not been opened since we reached the mansion.
It took all my willpower to stop myself from wanking my brains out the moment I stepped into the toilet after Joanne was done showering. I convinced myself that I should save my cum for night time because Joanne might very well decide to blow me again.
I turned on the shower using a pre-set setting on the digital interface and lowered the temperature of the water enough such that it was cold enough to reduce my raging hard on to its limp state. I enjoyed the music in the shower stall as I am blasted by water from my top and sides.
I finally rinsed off the last of the Creed Himalayas body wash and stepped out of the shower, satisfied that my boner was now deflated by the cold water. I got dressed in a shirt and suit trousers before walking out of the marble-floored bathroom and back into my bedroom.
Joanne was waiting patiently on the bed, scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed, wearing the gown I picked for her. I kissed her gently on her forehead before taking her hand and bringing her to the basement where the underground garage was located.
The garage was quite small with space for only 7 cars. It was not where our XJs and Range Rovers are usually parked. This garage housed treasures like a MP4-12C, 2 Lamborghinis, a W100 pullman, among other cars.
I took a key from the frosted glass key cabinet on the wall and walked towards one of the 7 cars in the garage. I knew I was under a lot of stress not to crash this rare car. The door was not locked and I swung it open, getting into the car. Joanne just stood there, shocked, like she had never seen a door in her life. I chuckled to myself before reaching over to open the passenger side door for her.
I inserted the key into the ignition and pulled on the starter knob. The well maintained car, with a frequently swapped battery, started on the first try. I mashed the clutch and managed to find reverse after a bit of a struggle. I guess this was not to be an easy car to drive. Though I learned to drive a manual car, I had never driven one after passing my driving test.
I gingerly reversed out of the lot and stepped hard on the clutch again, sliding smoothly into first gear this time. The majestic 300SL lurched forwards and out of the open garage door when I pressed hard down on the accelerator.
I probably deserve to be slapped for saying this, but the car was way slower than I expected it to be. While it may have been very fast in its time, I feel the acceleration lagged behind my XF.
I decided to drive to a nearby village for lunch. While we had the opportunity to visit London in the first 3 days of our visit, Joanne had never been to the English countryside. I cautiously drove the car through small single lane roads, away from London until we arrived at The Fat Duck.
I parked the 60 year old car outside a cottage beside the renowned restaurant and helped Joanne out of the car. I looked around, ensuring that there was sufficient space for cars to pass before taking her hand and leading her into the restaurant.
We were greeted by the door by Heston Blumenthal himself, who brought us to our table and served us dish one of our many course meal. I had one of our butlers call the day before to reserve a table and place our order.
I don’t usually have wine with my food. And so, to Heston’s surprise, we chose to have iced tea instead of the Montrachet he recommended.
It was rare for Heston to even be at The Fat Duck and most of the time, it was his head chef, Johnny Lake, who came to ask how we were doing. Everything was simply perfect, of course.
Lunch took 3 hours because the food just kept coming. We were probably full by the time we finished half of our meal and we were almost choked full with food by the time we were presented with our farewell gift – an assortment of sweets.
I helped Joanne out of her chair and brought her to the car. She insisted we walk around the village for her to digest her lunch before we made the half hour drive back to the mansion again. I pocketed the key and obliged. And that, residents of Bray, is why there was an immaculately dressed couple walking around your village at 4pm in the afternoon.
It was past 5 by the time I managed to get the 300SL back into the underground garage safely. I decided against driving that car into London for fear of getting it scratched, or worse, hit by another motorist on the busy London streets. I opted instead, to take one of the XJs parked outside the house.
Our chauffeur took us to the Tower of London where I had booked the Jewel House for our private viewing from 6 to 8 in the evening. The traffic into London was surprisingly smooth – perhaps because most of the people were getting out of London after a long day at work.
Joanne was still wearing her Alexander McQueen gown and grey 3 inch Ferragamo heels when we stepped out of the Green Daimler at the Tower of London, 15 minutes past 6. We were met by a member of the staff who brought us around the Jewel House like a living and talking audio guide. Joanne was fascinated by the number of crown jewels on display and the opulence of the items on exhibit. What a pity that I’m not a member of the British Royal Family.
We were led to the Martin Tower where a late dinner had been prepared for us on the white table set in the middle of the dining room. The ambiance was lacklustre. I had expected much more from dining in this historic building. Where was the high ceiling, sets of armour and everything one would expect to find in a castle? Sadly, the food was nothing to shout about as well.
Joanne and I finally got back into the car at around 10pm to head back to the mansion. I adjusted Joanne’s seat to a more reclined position so that she could fall asleep more easily on the way back. I plugged my iPhone 4S into the car’s centre console and watched HIMYM on the TVs on the rear of the front seat.
Joanne seemed more awake when we stepped into the marble clad lobby of the mansion. I could see my father and two uncles watching TV in the main living room as we walked past them, up the stairs and into our room. Joanne claimed that her ankle was aching after wearing the heels for almost the whole day and I bent down to help her take off her heels.
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I brought Joanne’s feet up to my face, smelling them. To not arouse suspicion, I kissed her ankles in the pretext of wanting to help “kiss it better” and massaged them as I squatted on the floor. Her feet were not enclosed and did not smell as pungent as I would have liked it to be. It was better than nothing though.
I looked at her big toe, checking to see if there was any obvious dirt on it. Satisfied, I stuck out my tongue and gave it a tentative lick. Joanne immediately retracted her leg, complaining that her toe was dirty. I didn’t quite like the salty taste of her toe and hence, didn’t pursue the matter.
I finished her ankle massage and rose to my feet. I walked behind her and unzipped her red gown from behind. I stood her up and let the gown drop off her shoulders, exposing her lacy bra and panty set. It was nothing fancy, but at least it was lace.
I hugged her from behind, pressing my hard on against her butt, grinding her. She moaned before turning around to kiss me on my lips. I went to the front and hugged her. I pushed my tongue into her slightly opened mouth, exchanging saliva and grabbing her head closer to me.
My hands fell slowly until I reached her bra. In an instant, I unclasped her bra and pushed the straps down her hands. She was slightly surprised by the speed her bra came off and broke off the kiss.
I pushed her onto the bed and started fingering her vigorously while I continued to kiss her, moving from her mouth to her neck. Her supple boobs were encouraging me to lick them and I did just that, eliciting moans from her.
I had enough of the foreplay. My rod was fighting to get out and I could deny it no longer. I unbuckled my belt without Joanne’s help and pushed my jeans and underwear down in one fluid motion.
I moved to remove Joanne’s underwear and positioned my member outside her sacred hole. I was ready to enter her. I was ready to finally take her virginity.
J: No darling. I am not ready yet.
Me: Please? It’s been almost 3 months…
J: No dear. Can I just suck you instead? Please?
Don’t get me wrong. I was excited. I am still excited today as I write this. But Joanne is my girlfriend. I love her, I respect her and I gave in. I sat on the edge of the bed and told her to get down onto the floor in a kneeling position.
I instructed her to stick out her tongue to coat my dick in her saliva.
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I have no idea what was wrong that night. Joanne’s blowjob was sub-par at best. All I got after 5 minutes was a really painful dick because her teeth kept scraping against my skin. I could not take the pain any longer and stopped her.
I tried to bring myself to orgasm so that I could at least cum all over her silky smooth body, but the pain was too great for me to bear. Every time I touched my member it screamed out in pain. I regret not masturbating in the morning when I could. I regret waiting for Joanne to help me.
22 June 2013
This was to be our very last day in London. We would be heading back to Singapore the very next day. I had a whole day of slacking planned for both Joanne and I but my family had other plans.
Both of us we dressed casually when we walked down the stairs to the dining room where the rest of my family was having breakfast. Joanne was wearing a simple tee shirt, shorts and a white pair of ankle socks with no shoes on. For unknown reasons, we never walked around barefooted in this house.
Our second last breakfast in UK was simple. There were scones, muffins, pancakes and fruits. There was tea and freshly squeezed juices, but no coffee. It was strangely vegetarian.
My family decided that we should spend the morning together, visiting an art gallery somewhere in London. I cringed and gave Joanne the look and she shot it back. There, it was decided, we would go ahead with our plans and give the art galleries a miss. The question then became how I should break it to my parents.
I gave my parents a hundred and one excuses ranging from having a headache to threatening to fall asleep in the gallery. But they were adamant. I even told them that I wanted to spend more alone time with Joanne before we left! In the end, I decided that I would conveniently disappear when they were looking for Joanne and me.
After breakfast, Joanne and I gave the excuse that we were going to change into more presentable clothes. Instead, we went back up to my room and I decided to plan our strategic escape. We changed out of our home clothes and into a t-shirt and jeans before we escaped the room (Johnny English style) through my room door.
I lead Joanne down the stairs and into the basement. We were nearly caught twice but our socks made sure that our foot steps were deathly silent. I had to choose between hiding in the pool, cinema or the garage. It was obvious which I chose. I signalled Joanne to come out of hiding and to follow me into the antique Mercedes 600 parked there.